Chapter 12: RuinedLuke. Winter.
My mind raced with panic, even days after we had set out from the Mad Riders' camp. Restless and Sir Brown Horse were fast, but we dared not push them too hard. They were our quickest way back to Liturgy, and we couldn't risk injuring them or having them die from exhaustion.
Still, Hawke and I both rode harder than when we had left. When we stopped, it was only to rest the horses, and our worry made it nearly impossible to sleep. Both of us only snuck in a couple hours a night, just enough to get the horses ready for another long stretch of riding.
Hawke in particular looked far worse off than me. I could tell he felt responsible for whatever happened, and it was eating at him every moment. It didn't help that the information we had gotten was vague. A lo
